The removal of diseases in druid spells is to use natural force to clean up external abnormal energy, and then give the body a complete environment for self-healing. This is its basic principle. Among them, a large amount of natural force is the most fundamental condition. If you want to configure the potion, Zhao Mai can only make two doses a day and reach the limit.

Disease removal agents can basically cure all diseases, but now all we have to deal with is a disease. It feels like a slaughter to kill a chicken. To deal with a specific disease, you only need to drive away a pathogen in a targeted manner. Then Zhao Mai followed the core idea of ​​the disease-relieving spell to create an environment for the body that can begin a new cycle of self-rehabilitation. At the same time, he also wanted to expel the curse in the patient's body as much as possible.

Fortunately, there is no need to work from scratch. Zhao Mai combined the druid's disease removal and the "cold medicine" from Wester Continent to prepare basic medicines and then improves them. As a potion technician, he refines and dispenses medicines very quickly, and he created the first type of medicine in half an hour. At this stage, it is too easy to find a patient. Just catch one on the street.

"Don't go out like this, they will think you are using poison to harm people!" Tolkien shook his head. There was a saying he refused to say: Zhao Mai is a very obvious Chinese. In the eyes of the British in this era, the Chinese are just uncivilized barbarians. The British would rather bleed and treat them than try the panacea given to them by the Chinese.

In order for his compatriots to be able to use the medicine as soon as possible and avoid Zhao Mai being insulted, Tolkien decided to play this role of "showing off", while Zhao Mai disguised himself as his assistant. Starting with relatives, Tolkien asked them to drink the medicine, and then Zhao Mai observed the physical condition of these people, and then adjusted the medicine, materials, compatibility and added spell ingredients. Zhao Mai used natural force to monitor the action of the medicine, which was more convenient than doctors using observation, hearing, questioning and touching. Although his medical skills were not very good, he could quickly accumulate data for improvement.

To some extent, this has been considered a direct human experiment. Fortunately, Zhao Mai himself can use spells to remove toxins, diseases, and wounds, and even resurrect people. With these as insurance, he dared to let go. Someone once said that traditional Chinese medicine is a big data, a process of refining wisdom from life. Zhao Mai couldn't extract much wisdom, but at noon the next day, the 321 "flu buffer" type 321 was finally completed.

"For cost considerations, this drug cannot cure the disease. I have calculated that it takes a week of medication to stabilize." Zhao Mai said to Tolkien: "My trial time is not long enough, and I can only estimate the effect. However, I estimate that the cure rate should be very high. If you rule out those who are already terminally ill, more than 90% of them will gradually improve to cure."

"It's great to have you as a friend. I'll thank you for everyone." Tolkien said. Edith, who was gradually recovering from health, was able to go to the ground normally after a night of rest. Although she was still a little weak, she still insisted on expressing her gratitude for Zhao Mai and others to make a meal. The fragrance from the kitchen drove away the smell of potions that had been hovering in the room for a long time, and made people feel much more relieved.

"The materials and detailed formulas of the potion are on this piece of paper. The only problem is that three of them are potions, which can only be purchased by the wizarding world. After a while, I will go to the flower shop and store to see if I can find a replacement. The Ministry of Magic has closed the main entrances and exits, and if I want to buy these three things in large quantities, I will definitely encounter trouble."

"How much does it cost for each person to have a course of medicine?"

"I didn't calculate it, but it shouldn't be expensive. I didn't use any expensive materials in it." Zhao Mai shook his head and said, "This is my only idea at present. Let's prepare according to this first. I'll find a replacement and think about whether there are other solutions. Maybe there will be a better solution."

"How about I go with you?" Tolkien said.

"Today is June 1st, and the exam is about to be taken in more than twenty days. If you still have the energy, please contact Professor Dumbledore and tell him about the situation here." Zhao Mai stood up, wanted to speak but stopped, but finally said: "This disease is not simple, I think there is a wizard involved."

"What does the wizard create this disease?"

"No, I haven't found evidence of a wizard creating a disease, but the power of a curse is indeed accelerating the spread of the disease." Zhao Mai sighed and said, "Although I can cure diseases, I still know too little about the wizard's curse, so these are my speculations. It would be great if there were wizards to come and see it, such as Dumbledore. We will know him."

"I will write to him, but don't forget that we know someone else: Grindelwald!" Tolkien rubbed his hands and said excitedly: "Grindelwald said he can't go back to England, so he should be outside, at least not within the scope of the Ministry of Magic. Maybe he is willing to help!"

Zhao Mai thought about it and said to Tolkien: "Don't talk about the fact that we have configured the medicine. At least before determining the efficacy of the medicine, it is better to be low-key."

"This is a good thing, I think it's better to let more people know."

"Then you find a way to solve the problem of potion materials, and these weird preparation methods, and then explain why you still need to wave your wand and recite spells. If you can solve these, you can try to send this recipe to help more people."

"Mike, don't worry, I understand your concerns. You are right. This prescription is just a process and does not have the method of mass production and cannot be released. I'm following your opinion. If this formula is mature, would you be willing to make it public?"

"Yes. This is something to cure diseases, not to make money. As long as anyone can produce and ensure quality, this prescription will be given to anyone. Monopoly on the prescription and medicine, make money at a price far higher than the cost, or select patients to sell or not, that kind of person and company are accomplices of the disease."

"You are a good person." Tolkien said to Zhao Mai. At this moment, a knock on the door sounded outside, and a very familiar male voice said: "Hey, I'm here at the right time. I'm here when you're all at home, so it won't be unwelcome!"

"Logan?" Tolkien stood up and was about to open the door, but the door had already opened itself. Logan had only a torn shirt on it and dried blood on it. His self-healing ability cured the wound, but judging from the extent of his clothes, it was obvious that he had suffered a serious injury before.

"Don't look at me, I'm beaten like this. I'm so damn. I've never seen such a girl who can beat me." Logan held the door frame and showed a self-deprecating smile at Edith who was passing by the foyer with food: "Hello, we're meeting again."

Edith was startled, his arms trembled slightly, and then he quickly calmed down. "Come in quickly, you will cause trouble when standing at the door like this."

"Thank you for the invitation." Logan could be gentlemanly when needed: "I think it's better for me to change my clothes first. Tolkien, do you still have large clothes? Give me a few pieces!"
Chapter completed!